“…’No sir, ain’t no cure for what you got, but I can fix you something to stop the pain in your bones so you can rest.’ He closed his eyes and didn’t say another word. He’s to proud to ask a slave like me for anything else.”
“Too proud? Even though he was dying?”
“Pride has a way of turning our hearts hard over the years unless we let God soften them up again. That’s why God puts all kinds of troubles in our path, hoping they’ll do the trick-just like cooking them beans in hot water all day turns them soft. Our trials are supposed to turn us toward God, but we whine and complain and wish someone would turn down the fire so we could have our old life back the way it was.”
She paused again and I didn’t prod her to continue her story. I had a feeling her story was for me…”
Excerpt from “Wonderland Creek”
By: Lynn Austin
When I was a little girl I had a pet cat. She was a gift from some friends who had rescued her. I remember the afternoon I got her. She was so small and fragile. I had to feed her with an eye dropper until she grew enough to eat on her own. As she grew I would turn her on her back like a baby, hold and feed her. She would grasp the bottle with her paws. I named her snowball because of the small white patch of fur on her neck. Oddly enough, other than that white spot, she was completely black.
Snowball was my playmate & confidant. As an only child, she became my enduring friend. I know growing up without her would have been extremely lonely. I suppose it was a small miracle that she survived her first few days of life.
Evidently her mother, while looking for a place to give birth was locked in a trailer. Our friends were hiking through the woods when they came upon that abandoned trailer. They heard faint cries from within and decide to break open the door and rescue the little kitten. They were not prepared for what the discovered. Momma cat had died along with all of the kittens except two. Just days old Snowball had wandered away from the others and found a small cable hole to use for breathing and to cry for help. Her cries miraculously made it to the ears of our friends who saved her.
If God thought it important enough to rescue a little kitten, how much more will God answer our cries for help. Like King David we can say…
“Out of my distress I called on the LORD; the LORD answered me and set me free.”
I’ve struggled with Chronic Fatigue most of my life. It has only been in the last year that I have learned to be thankful for its limitations. Through it God challenges and teaches me. Below are some thoughts on exhaustion & rest which I ponder often…..
Exhaustion means that our vital energies are completely worn out and spent. Spiritual exhaustion is never a result of sin, but of service. Whether or not you experience exhaustion will depend on where you get your supplies. …. The process if being made broken bread and poured out wine means that you have to be nourishment for other people’s souls until they learn to feed on God. They must drain you completely to the last drop. But be careful to replenish your supply, or you will quickly be utterly exhausted.
(My Utmost for His Highest-Feb. 9-Oswald Chambers)
Come to me for rest and refreshment. The journey has been too much for you, and you are bone-weary. Do not be ashamed of your exhaustion. Instead see it as an opportunity for Me to take charge of your life.
(Jesus Calling-Feb. 7-Sarah Young)
“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
(Matthew 11:28-30-Jesus Christ)